i really wonder why some pple get so lucky that things fall right into place for them, right beside them
i don't want to go around discovering things i don't want to and i think that's why it didn't permit me to, i ought to be grateful
i'm barking up the wrong tree. seeking comfort in the wrong place. have you never wished that you could busk in the comfort of knowing that someone'll be here for you always, holding you, telling you that everything's going to be alright? that i doesn't only happen in dreams
nothing's alright, nothing's fine everything's wrong and i dunno why
PASTED at 2:39 PM